Finding My Voice

I shook as I stared into her big round eyes. Anger flashed red and I yelled loud. As I looked into her startled angry eyes my anger fled. “Go to your room,” I said, my tone razor sharp. And I knew I blew it. I messed up. How do I correct my children when I cannot keep myself under control? How do I expect my children to develop control and kindness when my words spew acid? I slowly walked to her room because the hard work of a mom doesn’t end with sending children to their rooms. That is where …

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